15311/Maximum Carnage - Monday Afternoon

Maximum Carnage - Monday Afternoon
Date of Scene:	14 July 2023
Location:	Tribeca
Synopsis:	The Bomb Queen goes to town. It blows up in her face.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Jane Watson, Hank Hall, Tony Stark, Belinda Gutierrez, Bunny Macleod, Caleb Dykstra
Tinyplot:	Maximum Carnage

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Mary Jane Watson has posed:
As of early Monday morning, the Klyntar symbiote bound to the serial killer Cletus Kassady had escaped during a prison transfer and gone on a slaughter spree through Manhattan. Various other villains had gotten into the midst of the murder in the ensuing hours. Now it was early in the afternoon. A large bus had been upturned, along over with a pair of taxis. Floating in midair was a woman wearing a black and gold bodysuit with some sort of hooded mask on with a visor. She would cackle while glowing in midair, flipping the bus around. "BOOM!" It would explode, sending shrapnel spraying in numerous directions!
    "That's what I'm talking about!"

Hank Hall has posed:
Come out to the coast. We'll get together, have a few laughs...

Hank Hall mutters to himself as he dashes along the sidewalk, doing his best to spin and pirouette his way through the crowd without knocking over any of the sensible people running AWAY from this madness. "I shoulda stayed in Metropolis," he grumbles, to no one in particular. His eyes scan the skies, looking up at the explosive villain, shaking his head.

"Why am I the only idiot who has to get into danger first?"

Because that's what heroes do.

Tony Stark has posed:
Tony had made a promise to Pepper. Several, actually, but most recently he acceded to her demand - "Stay as far away from the lunatic in red as you can."

Easier said than done, when one is known as the Invincible Iron Man. But Tony is a man of his word, and in truth there is plenty to be done without getting close to that chaos. Besides, he didn't want to step on any webslinger toes. They are sensitive to all that. All of them. Must come with the webs.

"Friday, get me an ETA on that extractor!" Visuals flash across the inside of his helmet, keeping Tony appraised of his current plan to coordinate evacuation of the area. More than just keeping his promise to Pepper, he knows that with a threat like this, serious measures may need to be taken.

And it's a heck of a lot easier to do that when you are just negotiating with insurance adjusters instead of arranging with mortuaries.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Fight the good fight. Stand up for those who cannot stand for themselves. Stand between the innocent and hellish despoilers. Run towards the jaws of danger while the victims escape.

That is what heroes do.

"That way!" the wolfish form of Silverdane calls out, gesturing to the crowd, pointing back towards the streets behind. Standing atop a disabled cargo van, she wheels one arm, trying to direct the terrified crowd... and trying her best to keep from terrifying more. Because being scary is definitely *not* conducive to evacuating civilians.

<< "Grrf. All-call to Manhatten! All call-- emergency! Explosives used. Civvies evacing! Corner of--" >>

Further communication is cut short by a chunk of metal-- shrapnel, displaying proudly it's forlorn advertisement "BUY LOCAL" before it slams into the wolfwoman, carrying her bodily off into a near wall.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    That is what Heroes do.

    As the cackling woman in the black and gold bodysuit begins to sling Shrapnel around, there's a couple good ways to avoid it -- either not be there, which one person doesn't have the fortune of being in a state of, and he cowers, protecting his little pomeranian in the process before there's a grind of skates on the wreckage of the taxi, and the gasoline-swirl of a shield raises, catching the shrapnel as a pink-haired, roller-skate wearing girl arrives, bandages wrapped around her left arm as she narrows her eyes.

    PRISMA! Of the Young Avengers!

    Bunny Macleod heaves a breath, and barks to the dog owner "GET MOVING!" before she drops her sheild, and begins to assess the battlefield.

    "Man don't you have ANYTHING better to do this afternoon than to explode our public transit system?! Do you KNOW how many people use the bus? Absolutely --" she hops up, picking up a couple pieces of the sharpnel herself before giving it a toss for Distraction to the woman

    "/No Respect/!"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
People were running. Scattering. Even as shrapnel would spray through the air from the detonations, and the Bomb Queen would go to gesture with her fingers, "All right, come one, come all! It's time to start the show. And the show is how we blast this city all the way down to Old York!" The supervillainess that had fled from her own world would start to fire off bombs through the air, them hitting the ground and nearby buildings to explode and leave craters!

She would go to take her finger over as the shrapnel would be flung at her, moving to blast it out and detonate it in midair. "So, we wanna play catch? That's really low. So how about I show you mine!" A plasma ball would charge up in her hands, going to let it fly over towards Bunny! But Prisma had her attention for those precious few seconds for the other heroes to scramble. Here they were, fighting for the lives of other people.

Because that was what heroes do.

Hank Hall has posed:
Once he is somewhat out of the clear of the crowd, Hank Hall dashes forward, charging towards where Prisma's shield is erected. Which would make sense, of course - get behind the shield, avoid the bombs, and consider something intelligent to do.

Instead, the man in the grey sweatpants and tank top runs _past_ the very convenient shield, and leaps onto a nearby newspaper dispenser with one foot before propelling himself into the air, as if to be a meat shield for Prisma doing his best impression of a Secret Service Agent.

But before the Young Avenger can question why someone would try to shield her shield with their body, the man cries out, "HAWK!"

With a flash of red light, his is enshrouded with a tight fighting superhero costume, complete with its own wings! Using his momentum and his newfound wings, he swoops out of the way of the plasma ball and starts flying in the direction of the bomber.

Now maybe it sort of makes sense. But still seems like he's pretty dumb.

Tony Stark has posed:
Turning his gaze down towards the hurling explosives of the Bomb Queen, Iron Man mutters to himself. From his perspective he has a great view of the traffic, the roadways, and can best coordinate the escape routes for the civillians. He itches to join the fray, but for the moment it seems that the arrival of other heroes lets him focus on what he needs to do.

When he sees the colorful shield, he smiles. "Friday, find a cam to monitor and record our friend Bunny down there. Let me know if she gets into any trouble." He laughs. "I told Pepper these kids were going to be better at this than I am, can't wait to show her proof."

For the moment, though, those heroes will have to hold the line.

Because that's what heroes do.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    <<Confirmed, powered heroes on scene, hiya Silverdane!>> the perky voice of Bunny comes over comms, <Good to see you, hear you -- lookout!>

    Bunny's eyes go wide at the charging plasma ball, and she skates, ducking behind a postbox which, when hit with the plasma ball explodes into additional shrapnel and letters, bills, items in need of post marking -- it all goes up and over as someone yells HAWK and starts heading towards the exploding lady!

    <Aaaaand we have a Hawk! Look at the Birdie, Boomy!> she states, a little shaken, and keeps on the move.

    "Gotta get... those lessons in distance ... from Hawkeye--" she mutters to herself, and as Hawk is making his way Up-Town to the floating woman, she looks over to the very large wolf, and yells out "Follow the Leader!"

    And then she skates past the wolf, using a tilted over taxi as a launch point and she flings herself into the air --

    One Platform

        Two Platforms

            THREE Platforms, and she's nearly level with Bomb Queen, and she attempts to leap-frog the lady and pull her hood over her -- in order to distract her for the heavier hitting wolf behind her!

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
One good turn deserves another-- though in Silverdane's case, it requires getting back upright, on-feet, and chuffing a quick breath as she shakes her head. She grins as the Man in Scarlet delivers his kick; she grins more as she recognizes the Prismatic Powerhouse and Sugary Savior as well!

"Arriba!" she sings out, grinning with absolute delight as she follows-- one platform, two-- leap from one to another and ignore the positively giddy feel of *running on the air*!

"Hoy, la Bomba!" she calls out, leaping to the third platform and moving from leap to LUNGE--

Target: Bomb Queen!

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
It seemed like a quiet day. Watch a movie with the family, go grab a Big Belly's, go to the Park...

Caleb is coming out of the nearby theater with his kid sister after an early session both siblings were dying to watch, when by the main door, the nearby bus is upturned (!!!).

Caleb is quick to grab his sister and push away from the incoming path, and he runs away; his sister, of course, screams!

Never mind the tinnitus he gets, he's gritting his teeth out of anger. "Seriously... You can't get /ONE DAMNED DAY/ of peace and quiet??"

He runs towards his car, a 71' Dodge Challenger.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Hank goes to charge forwards, his strength and his dedication leading him even as there's a plasma ball about to detonate nearby. He moves to charge, seeming to leap over in slow motion. He'd never get to her over with just a wild charge and jump though. It's a direct attack - it's hard to hit someone flying with a direct attack, much less when they're capable of nuking you.

That's what the other heroes are for! Bunny goes to leap up and over through the air, jumping over and moving to land ATOP Bomb Queen.. And goes to pull a middle school locker room move as she goes to yank her hood over Renee's head! And that has Belinda going to charge through the air, slamming into her from the side! All this delays her for just those few seconds while Tony is preparing..

For Hawk to hit her right amidships! She goes slammed through the air, impacting a nearby skyscraper and smashing in through a support beam! And she's getting up.. "All right you $##!'ers no more Ms Nice Freakazoid." A hand moves to POP some ribs into a slightly closer position tow here they should be froma hit that should have pulped her..

And she goes to get ready to charge her bomb to aim it not over at the heroes.. But towards the support beam of the building! "One, two, falling on you!"

Hank Hall has posed:
After delivering a pop to the Bomb Queen, Hawk swoops back out of the way, gliding over towards the roof of another building. Iron Man isn't the only one who likes to get some height in while surveying a situation. Of course, because he may _still_ be suffering a bit of bad luck courtesy of Jinx, he watches as the Bomb Queen targets a support beam of the building he is on.

"Uh oh," he says, as he quickly tries to decide upon the best course of action.

Where is Dove when he needs her?

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Not waiting to see this kind of action up close - he's no Jimmy Olsen to be paid for shots, much less a super-hero to save the day -, he opens the car doors. Both siblings get in, and he starts the engine, which powerfully growls into life.

And he begins to see the sky getting... darker?

His gut feeling has an inkling of what that is supposed to be, and he immediately and skillfully burrns rubber onto the road.

"Hide under the compartment, Sheila!"

Sheia obeys, sliding into the space in front of the passenger seat, below the glove compartment - and if she could get smaller, she would...

Tony Stark has posed:
"Friday, get me the schematics on..." Iron Man considers for a moment, waiting for the HUD to adjust and connect to StarkMaps and spit the address out at him. "Isolate the best way to support the building, and run some models on whether we can use the T-anchor or if I need to pull the old repulsor hold."

<<Avengers, this is Stark, we've got an A-level crisis here in Midtown. Great group of heroes taking on the bad guy, but we might need some someone who can lift a building. You around, Point Break?>>

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Prisma shifts her weight as she comes down, creating another platform that she can brake her skates along, and she looks to the collapsing building.

    And she winces, she braces, and she YEETS herself off the platform she's on, heading for the hole in the building and that collapsing support!

    <YEEEEEET TELL MY TEAM I DIED COOLY! > she cries out over the coms, balls herself up and bubbles, holding her hands up and her skates down to try and expand the bubble, willing herself to hold it in place.

    

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Euphoria sings in her veins as Silverdane's sailing leap carries her to rest against a building. Claws digging into concrete outer structure for purchase, she grins riduclously as she howls with joy. Spider-Woof!

Until the rumble. The shake. The shudder of the structural support beam underhand.

"...La Bomba is tough," she remarks in surprise, licking her l;ips before she releases her grip, simply falling towards the ground with a crunch of broken glass. Pause for a heartbeat, staring. How to save a building? Answer: let companions handle it! But is anyone inside? Around? Nearby? No way to know; no time to know!

"San Miguel, Defender of Man. Be with us on this day. San Cristobal, Wolf Patron, Bearer of Burdens..."

Cannot lift building; cannot hold weight. But can seek cause of damage; can stop the cause of the danger instead!

"Hoy, La Bomba!" Silverdane calls out, striding into the open, arrogant and obvious and daring a response. "Where are you? o/ "We are not thrrouuu-ooough--!" /o

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The building is creaking, even as one support of it had been blasted free! Even if it was mostly evacuated, the collapse of it would still be catastrophic over to the general area! The woman clearly didn't care! As Caleb and Shelia went to duck down for cover! They have to support the building - before the villainess goes to take it down the rest of the way! The building shakes with Hank on it. Creaking.

Then Bunny is going with all of her energy to brace it! Holding it up as best she can as others are going to evacuate all of the people in it, clearing the area as hundreds of people are scattering dwon the stairs and moving out of the area!

Her fingers would glow, even as Bomb Queen's attention would be over on Bunny, charging up with a blast that would be designed to disintegrate the younger woman..

At least, if Belinda hadn't gotten her attention! "Hey, HOt Dog! Time to skin you like a cat!" She oges to fling the power bomb over at Belinda!

Hank Hall has posed:
As the building starts to teeter, Hawk realizes that sticking around is not going to be good for him. And maybe it is worse for the building. He should consider that diet that Dove was trying to get him to take.

He glances down and sees the sparkly hero jump into the hole to support it, and then the Bomb Queen aiming at her. "No!" he shouts, leaping from the edge of the building and flying down, this time intending to actually be the meat shield in front of the rainbow shield. Now that he is in a form that can take it a bit more.

But the bomb does not come, thanks to the quick thinking of Silverdane, and so Hawk's swoop is all for naught.

It does, however, get him on the ground. Which in this case, is not particularly helpful.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
The plasma bolt is raw concussive force, with a bit of spite thrown in for good measure. Most sane beings would be desperate to dodge, get out of the way, be anywhere but ground zero--

Silverdane opens her arms, eyes glittering as she embraces the plasmatic bolt. The sphere strikes; the detonation is like a thunderbolt, sound and fury and violence and a sudden, savage spray of blood and bone. Fur and skin fly in a horrific screen of shrapnel; dust blasts up and free like a sadistic cloud, swarming from the smoldering ground up and around...

Muscle. Ragged flesh. Gory skeletal bits and fangs and shards of bone, sticking out at odd angles from mangled, stubbornly standing flesh.

And then it *speaks*.

"...ow," comes the whistly, rasping voice, cold eyes staring out from the ruin of her mask, costume in shredded tatters. She stands enduring, fangs forming a rictus snarl. Muscle writhes uncomfortably in full view; flesh reknits itself as fur shivers into being, springing up like some demented forest across torso, arm, thigh, frame.

"...my turn?" the werewolf asks carefully, eyes a cold glitter behind white lenses. Attention: ACHIEVED.

Now to hold it.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny is holding tight. She can feel the pain blossoming between her eyes, making her sinuses ache. She tenses, and visibly is stressing her body. She feels her muscles burn, sinuses draining as her temperature rises, trying to bite back bile.

    <If there's anyone listening -- in about a minute I"m going to drop my shields, and this building is gonna fall... get everyone you can out of the way.> she sniffs, holding it together pretty well <And give her HELL Silverdane!>

Tony Stark has posed:
With the benefit of perspective, Iron Man sees the attack on Bomb Queen and while he is not entirely certain it is going to go their way, the werewolf seems more than a match for the villainess. Either which way, he has a far bigger concern.

"Pep will forgive me if I tell her it was the cookie girl," he says to himself, and then he turns and blazes a path towards the hole as fast as his repulsors will take him.

With the crunching of metal and the debris falling, the nearly silent engine allows him to fly into the gaping hole, perhaps even avoiding sigh if Bunny is truly squeezing her eyes shut.

"You know, if you were about three inches shorter, this might have been a tight fit, so thanks for wearing your platforms today." The voice of Tony Stark comes from the armor as he settles himself into place next to Prism, his hands lifting up and an extra foot of some sort of metal fire out from his forearms to increase the size of the brace.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Let's assess the situation, here, Caleb thinks as he looks over the rear-view mirror. There's a situation where crazy lady with the bombs is wreacking havoc, and is likely to not stop until that building is down on the ground. Getting to a safe distance, he turns the car around, and sighs.

"Sheila...?"

The girl looks at him.

"...Think I should help out?"

She looks at him quizzically.

"I need you to do me a favor", he points towards a subway entrance. "I need you to wait in there until I give you a call, okay?"

"What if you don't..."

He silences her, and shakes his head. "I will, kiddo." He winks, "Now just hand me over the grenade-launcher, will you?"

The launcher is kinda like those you see with S.W.A.T. teams, that you launch smoke grenades with, only with a few slight modifications. He loads it, helped by Sheila, who wonders if he doesn't want to change his mind.

But he doesn't, and he takes a deep breath. "Okay, go." He cracks his neck, and presses the pedal once she's out. "God, I hope this works..."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Hank Hall is going to charge in to brace himself in front of Bunny, ready to take the hit for the woman that's taking hte building and throwing every bit of power she has into it to brace it. And no matter what, the willingness is there to sacrifice his life for one other person so that she can hold out to save others. Someone he may or may not have ever met, known, or fought with. And yet that instinct is there.

Renee Bombas looks itnrigued, "Ooh! I get to see what sorts of things you get to stuff into a hot dog. You ever looked at the ingredients list? Those things are -twisted-. And I'm the one from a murder world." She would go to charge up more bomb-blasts in her hand, starting to hurl them through the air at Belinda like rapid fire machine grenade pellets! All of her attention is over on Belinda. They have thier time to save the people in the building.

Those precious moments are enhanced over by Iron Man racing in to help support the building, bracing agAInst it while people flee out and out. Helping one another as the buliding would shake and creak, barely held stable enough for them to get out.

It's looking like Belinda's going to be disintegrated - the way Bomb Queen is throwing those plasma balls through the air like a child in a tantrum.. And hten the shot from Caleb hits her in the side! She's extremely durable - but not invulnerable. And being ambushed while she's not braced for it is a mess! She's blasted through the air from the impact to hit the ground har,d spinning!

Hank Hall has posed:
Grounded for the moment, Hawk looks between the scene. The wolf clearly has the Bomb Queen managed, and between Iron Man and Prism, the hole in the building it is holding.

Police training kicks in, and he starts organizing the evacuation of the building. "Come on, everyone, you can get your pictures of Iron Man down in Florida at Universal Studios, get going and get to safety so they can do their jobs."

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
It is a race: resilience and regeneration against a barrage of bombs fueled by sadistic woman's wicked delight. Primal power pitted against determined destruction. Micro-grenade plasma bursts explode time and again upon living frame; blood and fur, flesh and bone-- biological shrapnel all named Silverdane. And above it all, those cold eyes gleam in primal defiance, daring the onslaught to continue.

And continue it does, straight up until the 40 millimeter grenade punches the crazy woman in the side!

"A taste of your own medicine," Silverdane announces with grim cheer, shivering as muscle reknits, flesh renews. The onslaught of explosive plasma bolts paused, her body has the moments it needs to renew, reknit, repair completely; heartbeats, seconds, and then-- lunging for the Bomb Queen, racing for her position!

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    The shield around Bunny flickers as Iron Man arrives in the nick of time -- because, that IS what heroes do, and she had raised her hands above her head, as if it would stop the building from crushing her to a squishy bits -- and her head snaps up at the sound of Tony Stark's voice.

    She literally tumbles to her butt, and flashes a thumbs up to Tony as she takes a minute to recover.

    "T-Iro-- .. THANK YOU MR. MAN!" she squeaks out as she gets her senses back, and squeaks out a greeting.

    "Roller skates. Don't leave home without 'em." she breathes out, shakily pulling herself up, looking back to Iron Man and then out to -- oh god, Silverdane has a hole ripped in them!

    ... and appear fine.

    "... what a *badass*." she whispers to herself, and then turns to Stark.

    "Can we leave the heavy lifting to you while we take care of Drama la Bomb-a down there?" she breathes out.

Tony Stark has posed:
The metal mask in front of Tony Stark's face flips up, allowing him to beam a smile at Bunny. "Go play, kid. I got this one." He winks at her and then the visor slaps back down as he shifts, adjusting his position to lift the building above him slightly. "Friday, T-anchors would be nice. And where is my convoy?"

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
There's a bit of a grin when Bomb Queen is sent flying courtesy of his grenade launcher. "Take that, ya bitch!"

He doesn't let up, following her trajectory in his car, and once he reaches her...

Another shot right in the face! Looks like he's intent on leaving her irrecognizable for the mug shots.

It really was a splendid day for him and his sister. And she pissed all over that. She likes bombs? Karma, baby!

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Under Hawk's direction, the people are quickly evacuated out of the combat zone. It's very, very difficult - keeping people coherent and focused enough to get out of the way when it's like a conflict zone all about them. It's dangerous, tricky, and has to be done flawlessly or people will end up dead and panicking in hte crossfire. And under Hank's guidance, everyone getting out of the bulding is being redirected away from the fight, and to the responding emergency services.

Bomb Queen is rather busy as she hits the ground and skips along like a stone, even as Belinda has those moments over to regenerate - and keep herself up. The fight is still going on, the bad guy isn't down or out. They've cleared the area.

Mister Man - Tony is moving up or down in the world - he sounds like he's going to be relegated now to the phase of 'Your Dad' jokes! which may not do well for his reputation! But the building is stabilized thanks to him and evacuated. And it's held in a way that it won't threaten to collapse until the end of the fight! ... If the rest of it isn't blown out.

The next grenade goes to hit Bomb Queen in the face, detonating over as she moves to then flip back up to her feet. It's blown out half her jaw, which is dangling down as he pops her hand up to snap it back into place. "Nice. Bigger is better though." She would cackle, moving to lift a hand to charge up one as big as the car that Caleb had driven in on. "No one makes 'em bigger than me!" As she's radiating enough energy now to /level/ the buliding that the group has been fighting so heroically to not collapse!

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane moves; grenade zipping across her shoulder, exploding before her-- she runs across rock and concrete and broken building stone. Target getting up, Bomb Queen rising, readying that MOAB blast! Watching in horror as that energy sphere gets big, biger, bigger than head, big as *car*--!

Desperation time-- the wolfwoman leaps in a howling rush, slamming into the Queen with a snarl. Gouges, gashes, snarls-- Silverdane wraps her arms around the power-swelling Queen, tugging her against the furry frame with a relentless vengenace.

"...surrender," she snarls, fangs glistening with hot breath, eyes boring down. "No more." Her grip tightens, crushing inward against clone-tank physiology, against inner organs, lungs, air.

"No more!" she rumbles, squeezing with every ounce of strength.

Tony Stark has posed:
"It's just Ton--" he starts, but then Bunny is off. "Yeah, we'll work on that."

He looks skyward. "Friday, where are my damn T-anchors?" Scanning the skyline, he relaxes as he sees several large objects inbound. "You conspiring with Pepper to increase my workout times?" The metal frames fly in, unfolding as they wedge themselves into the hole, springs opening up to establish effectively fresh supports for the gap. Tony waits until they are in place and then carefully lowers his hands, and once he finds that the building has indeed settled, he looks down towards the final assault on the Bomb Queen.

"Ok, they got this," he says to himself before launching skyward as the evacuation caravan finally arrives, drone guided hovercrafts that float up to some of the nearby buildings, retrieving the folks who fled to the rooftops instead of the ground floor.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    You might be able to spot the stars in Bunny's eyes as she takes a breath, and heeding the words of the older Avenger, feeling that surge of pride in herself, and hope, and all those other great emotions that teenage superheroes feel. And she leaps back into the fight, adrenaline kicking in as she drops down with a "THANK YOU IRON MAAAAAAAAN!" and she forms a platform that catches her, letting her on an incline until she comes to the broken bus. She catches against the mirror, breaking it off to give her an incidental weapon.

    And she brings the mirror to bare, and then the other hand up.

    "Give up. 'Cause I can bubble you with your own blast, and you'll be sucked up in the same truck they clean the Port-a-poties in!"

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Wh... You're still up??" Caleb grits his teeth, grip on the launcher tightening.

His eyes go wide as he sees the big bomb growing. His life flashes before him. He thinks of his family, and his desire to protect them. He thinks of the people, just like his family. This bomb could hurt thousands, maybe more.

"Not on my watch, bitch!"

He lunges forward, new shell ready in the chamber.

And it's perhaps a stroke of luck Belinda goes for that chokehold - maybe it can pry the woman's mouth open.

All for...

He aims. Hopefully jams.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!"

*click*

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The bomb would get very, very bad if it went off. A large crater in the midst of Manhattan level bad. Fortunately.. The group is over on the job and not letting up. The group are holding her! Belinda is overpowering her even as the two would grapple, and Bomb Queen is being choked out.. Bunny is there on the side and with her own bludgeon picked up and ready to take a few whacks as Tony has the building stable and the people cordoned off thanks to Hank's work at leading them out of the danger zone.

And then Caleb goes for overkill even as Bomb Queen is struggling.. Right as the concussive grenade hits her in the face.

*BWUMPHS* Her head reels back, teeth shattered, nose broken, and her eyes rolling back into her head as one can almost -literlaly- see starts going around it.
    "But mommy, I don't want to wake up.. I want to stay in bed.." Yup, she was cuckoo.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane may be inexperienced with most things-- but not this. Not with people with healing ability near akin to her own!

"..need anesthetic," she manages, keeping her tight hold even as her ears *ring* from Caleb's grenade. "Something to keep her asleep. Unconcious." She glances at Dykstra, ears slanting to either side as she gazes bemusedly.

"...am deaf right now. So, 'ow'."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny, who was wearing goggles but not ear protection, looks over at Silverdane.

    "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU. WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
And Caleb had no ear muffs either.

He shakes his head repeatedly, tries to clear his ears.

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! IS IT OVER? SHE DOWN?"

He aims again, "MAYBE ANOTHER, JUST TO BE SURE?"